Page 233 of Forbidden Billionaires: Vol. 8
But it didn’t make me love him any less. I missed him so much it hurt.
Without him, I wasn’t sure I’d ever be fine again. But he could still be happy without me. If he was free. He could fall in love with someone else. Start the family we’d talked about with someone new.
But only if he was free. And that responsibility was still on my shoulders, even if we weren’t together.
I wanted him to be free. I wanted him to have everything he’d always wanted.
I looked back through the crack in the door. Maybe Mr. Frost was my lesser true love. I pressed my lips together. I hadn’t been with anyone since walking out of Tanner’s apartment on Thanksgiving. And seeing Mr. Frost lathering his naked body made my heart race.
I knew I didn’t deserve to be touched ever again.
I knew I didn’t deserve to be loved.
But Tanner did.
And Mr. Frost had been really sweet on the train. I didn’t hate him with a fiery passion anymore. And I could just do what I always did when I was with someone. I’d picture Tanner. Maybe for a few minutes my heart wouldn’t hurt so badly. Even if it was all pretend.
I slowly undressed and grabbed a towel that was sitting on the bed. I wrapped it around myself and walked into the bathroom.
I took a deep breath. “Mind if I join you?” I asked and dropped my towel.
He looked totally shocked. But he didn’t dismiss me.
I stepped into the shower, grabbed some soap, and started lathering his body. I ran my fingers down his soapy abs.
He still looked shocked. But his erection looked perfectly unshocked. I dropped to my knees and wrapped my lips around him.
“Fuck,” he said and put his hand against the tiled wall.
I took him all the way to the back of my throat and he groaned.
He buried his fingers in my hair. “Just like that, baby.”
I closed my eyes, picturing Tanner calling me baby again.
Mr. Frost grabbed my hands and held them above my head as he fucked my face.
I didn’t expect him to be so dominant. The water falling on us reminded me of the Supernova Six gangbang. And just like old times, I could feel myself falling into my whorish ways again.
The harder Mr. Frost fucked my face, the more I wanted him to fuck me. I was so wet. Tanner usually made me come at least once a day. I missed his mouth. His fingers. Him.
I needed more. I tried to reach out for Mr. Frost’s abs, but he slammed the back of my hands against the tile, making me choke on him.
“You like choking on my cock, baby?”
Jesus, Mr. Frost.
“Just wait until I stretch out your pussy.” He let go of my hands, picked me up, and sat me down on a little half wall.
He grabbed my hips and slammed into me.
It felt like a century since I’d been filled. “Harder.”
“You’re a fucking miracle.” He started fucking me harder, his fingers digging into my hips.
“Harder,” I moaned again and pressed against the wall.
“I should have known you’d like it rough.” He put his hands under my thighs and pulled me to the very edge of the ledge.
